Ann laughed, cold, and tilted her head. "You'd what, exactly? Kill him? Give him a taste of his own medicine? Come off it, James, you'd be pulp before you went through the door. That's not worth a scuffle in the bar, it aint worth whatever he did to me..." She had noticed how angry he became and with his hair standing on end it was half sweet and half comical. Her walls were coming down brick by brick. He always seemed to manage that.